This picture is taken from my upstairs terrace. The dome you see covers the ceiling of my bedroom.
Our children follow in our footsteps
Creating their legacy
Every tactless comment, every lurid lie
pollutes the world around us—the water and the sky.
Rude winds disturb the quiet with cacophonous shrieking.
From floods and fires and hurricanes, safe shelter we are seeking.
They expect our gratitude for charity provided.
Instead they should be shamed for it. Charged and then indicted.
They cause disaster every day. The world grows daily worse
as they turn the ship of state into a floating hearse.
Rivers flowing poisons—clouds of toxic gas—
unheeded in the legislation that they pass.
They make a crypt out of our world. They seal their children’s doom,
converting our whole lovely world into a giant tomb.
I take an inventory of my heart. There is nurture there, and some peace, but when I think about the jealous nature of our world, a bit of it nestled, I must admit, in me as well,
I worry about the heart of all of us, for surely the hate and greed that jealousy seeds is somehow fostered by us all, no matter how much we protest it.
Where has putting up with this greed brought us? Children are taken from their parents and kept in cages in our country.
What can we do save protesting on Facebook?
Are we willing to face the guns of those whose salaries we pay
to risk saving the children ourselves? Weak children of our century,
we have to brandish our voting pens like swords.
They are our weapons.
Our agents for nourishing our souls.
America is frozen—held fast in winter’s maw, her government held prisoner under a greedy claw. For any children but her own, her arms grown arch and cold. No room for diversity. No room for her to hold any but the richest, the whitest and the chosen. No room left in liberty for any but the frozen. “Give me your tired and your poor” relegated to the past by the chilling Nordic air that holds us in its blast.
The thaw that brings the blush of spring—the budding of the flower is held for ransom by the few who have usurped our power. Our ship of state held fast by ice, its sails still bravely strain to crack the ice and open up to justice once again. If they only had the power to billow they might start to bring us back to sanity and thaw each frozen heart. The poor would share the power that only the rich can buy and have their proper portion of the great American pie.
Prompt words today were thaw, power, sail and justice. Here are the links:
Walking is elemental. We do it night and day, but if they could, they’d meter it and we’d have to pay. They charge us for our water, but so far air is free. Until they find a way to own it, they will let us be. Every element on earth is one they’d like to own, but how to possess all of it so far is still unknown.
They find new ways to own us and to control our voting. They open up our coffers and soon they’re busy toting all of our resources off to their own coffers so they can sell it back to us, slaves to their pricey offers. If there were a tournament for greed and avarice, it would be one our billionaires wouldn’t want to miss.
Golf might be their game of choice or perhaps chess or tennis. The rules would be cut-throat, and their game plan full of menace. But no matter what their plots to gain chess pieces or ball, no matter what their motivation to possess it all, no matter what the game or how many players are in it,
all the rules would ensure our president would win it!!!
It is so very easy to trap wonder in a box and to view the world around you as a sort of pox festering and viral like a plague about to burst, to only see the suffering, to just take in the worst. Our news is geared to tell us the most spectacular ills. They profit from the awfulness. It’s we who pay the bills. It’s true we need to know about the evil that men do, but once the right shoe drops, we need to see the left foot, too.
What beauties lie within our world like pods about to flower? What are the kindnesses performed hour after hour? Christmas will have Scrooges and each glory its detractor, but as we view the acts of man, grace is also a factor. We need to stem the violence, the cruelty and greed, but to view the selfless acts of man is just as strong a need. Listen to wind’s harmonies. Note tall grass’s swaying. Find the things in life that make living worth the staying.
“Civilization is a stream with banks. The stream is sometimes filled with blood from people killing, stealing, shouting and doing things historians usually record; while on the banks, unnoticed, people build homes, make love, raise children, sing songs, write poetry and even whittle statues. The story of civilization is the story of what happened on the banks. Historians are pessimists because they ignore the banks of the river.” ― Will And Ariel Durant
In so-called halcyon days of yore, I fear that label was merely lore. For some it may have been a joy, but not so for the hoi polloi. They stood and watched the royal parade and knew it for the grand charade it was, and as the nobles dined— stuffed and feasted, gorged and wined on sweet elixirs and joints of beast, it was famine for the least of all the people in the land.
The rich, at least, the merry band depicted in cartoon and book, but instead by hook or crook, the rich cavorted as they carved their empires from the hordes who starved. They kept unschooled masses naive hoping they would then believe God meant for some to eat their fill while others toiled and paid the bill.
And now it seems it hasn’t changed. The masses once more are deranged, and educated fools have been the ones who vote exploiters in. They say it’s better for the masses— all those toiling lads and lasses. Yet, when rich men go unregulated, and untaxed, the poor seem fated not to get the trickle-down. Instead the powers grouse and frown and tax them more. Their minds are fraught with thoughts of payments on their yacht.
Beware rich men who say they’ll share and pass their laws because they care. If they profit by those laws, the poor will simply not, because the rich get richer out of greed to have more and they do not heed those for whom the laws were meant. Sharing they call entitlement. The reality you think you see on TV shows is meant to be mere entertainment. In fact it’s truthless engineered by those most ruthless who seek to turn our thought and mind into an audience for their kind.
They seize our brains, then seize our nation all the while in sure elation that they do it for our good. Oh that they did. Oh that they would. But it’s a ruse we can’t excuse. The rich man tends to his own riches while the poor men dig the ditches for the one who rants and raves. I fear instead they dig their graves.
Today’s prompts are halcyon, cartoon, royal and parade. Here are the links:
Serving your own needs or colluding with the Russians may bring Comminatory actions or other repercussions, for though you may be pardoned for malfeasance of your diction, we find we can’t forgive you for your constant words of fiction.
The way you won your office and your acts of dereliction toward the country you have wronged may lead to your conviction. What sentence might such huge acts of questionable reason carry, let alone the sentence for your acts of treason?
You meet such accusations with rhetoric and a shrug while cronies in high office choose to sweep them ‘neath the rug. What do I recommend should they bring charges and convict you? Alas, that will not happen. It’s your judges who first picked you!